BRAVEHEART

It’s been a little over six months, Erene the tiny 9-year-old cub and a fervent patriotic at heart with tears-welled-up-eyes muttered under her breath, that she had an unresolved issue with her new school. Everything was perfect to a T in her new base but nonetheless, she was upset, bothered and disappointed. She was dismayed by a few changes in her school which were distinctly evident on her innocent and upright face. She wanted to be heard. She wanted some attention, to address her issue rather than just imparting outsmart and outwitting replies. On further insistent, she retorted, ”Subsequently to singing the beautiful National Anthem, our school has no ritual of wrapping it up with ”Jai Hind”.

Ah, I was utterly stunned, eyes widened and lips pursed. Point to be noted. All for the sake of JAI HIND! It was an exceedingly sensitive declaration which shackled me from within and I just could not be indifferent and apathetic towards her feeling and consider it as a trivial issue. Or else I would belittle her emotion and hurt a 9-year-olds’ sentiment. A handle-with-care case.

Building on more to her query, the cherub had kept on ranting relentlessly and incessantly, – “Jai Hind is much more than just a term. It carried a lot of weight and moral responsibility. It’s a feeling within- something to be felt at heart. It is above any religion or region.” I was awed at her disposal. Perhaps her previous school inspired, imbibed and inculcated fierce patriotic values within each and every child. “Like a habit, We need air to breathe, similarly, we have to bellow Jai Hind as loud as we can, following our National Anthem”, was her final announcement. How painstakingly accurate, crisp and clear; to the point and precise way of expressing emotions, I wondered.

Standing up and showing respect to the National Anthem in theatre halls before film screening doesn’t make one, committed patriotic or less patriotic.

Air India crew proclaims Jai Hind after every announcement with a hope to keep the flame of true patriotic sentiments alive within one and all.

National Anthem and Jai Hind go hand in hand. They are synonymous.

Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country.

JAI HIND – Let love for our country flood our heart.

A Superhero Without A Cape

Why don’t we have a father India, like we have a mother India? I do not intend to convey mother-India as in the Indian epic drama. I am attempting to highlight here is- mother India as in the literary personification. Years and years ergo, mothers are consistently positioned on a pedestal of renunciation, compassion, sacrifice and epitome of love. Mothers manifest unconditional and unbiased love concerning her children, adapts herself to a whole new ball game, and has a better understanding of the world.

But what about the patriarchs..? Are fathers oblivious to such powerful and empowering objectives which connect only the matriarchs? Why are they looked down upon (most of the time), when it comes to, How-to-behave-like-a-dad kind of circumstances. It has infallibly been the mothers, who are all in all. Undoubtedly they are. Mothers inherit superpowers. Mothers are superwoman. She can trade in any set of the situation under the sun. She can multitask – paying her childrens’ tuition fees – to cooking exotic dishes to – being a good mother, wife, daughter-in-law, aunt and sister.

Well, let’s breathe

If mothers are superwomen than fathers are superheroes without a cape. Fathers – they do care. Fathers – hands full. Fathers- heart fuller. Nevertheless, If he doesn’t, that does not make him insensitive, irresponsible, inconsiderate, a devil in fatherhood fraternity.

Fathering does not come with a manual. It has no guidelines, no instructions to follow like mothering. They do not have to state reasons to prove the fact. The intuitive index of mothering defeats fathering on that point. But still, fathers are invincible. Fathers are less expressive, shows less but feels more. The profound love, sincerity and joy of a father are unparalleled. He can multi-task too. He is also like a coconut, hard from the exterior, soft from within. He can be a batman, superman and spiderman if he wishes to. so what if he cannot cook…so what if he cannot take charge in diaper duties…so what if he cannot be a tutor to his children.

Let’s not judge. It takes a lifetime being a father.

P.S.- let’s celebrate Fathers Day and Mothers Day – every single day

Survival Of The Fittest

Exams, unit test, periodical assessments are an exceedingly integral part of a child’s school curriculum.

When it comes to studies or packing his bag for school, for that matter, my boy has a habit or I should say, a tendency to postpone every single work for the following day. It has become customary and habitual to forget something or the other, either at home before leaving for school or at school before heading home. It was like a constant reminder. A reminder alarm with snooze button every ten minutes – “did you take your pen, did you take your pencil box, is the grammar notebook in your bag, did you brush your shoes, did you finish your homework?etc. It is not that my cub is disobedient but slightly irresponsible. Blame it on the age. He is yet to turn 11. Few more months to go. It is this irresponsible behaviour towards his belongings that irks me. It pushes my limits and tries my patience inside out. But again, I had taken it in my stride, hoping that he’ll make necessary attitude and behavioural adjustments as he matures. Perhaps be more sensible and responsible.

The periodical assessment morning.

As usual, my impetuous lad had failed to remember to carry his exercise book to school. The teacher had asked, one and all, time and again, to bring notebooks with few pages, where they could write down their answers. He looked into his bag and had learned that it wasn’t there.

Well, now what?

Few middle pages from the exercise book were ripped, stapled the leaflets into a notepad, made a beautiful floral motif cover page, had written his name as well as the test brilliantly and finally presented the same without feeling jittery or showcasing any hint of guilt. The impromptu mind worked at a jet speed. On asked, my tiny cherub confidently replied, “ Ma’am, I am recycling my previous year exercise books”. The teacher patted encouragingly on his shoulder and cheered my little boy for setting a good example to the class.

Happy Father’s Day

  • Dear Daddy,
  • Thank you for the Zomato and Swiggy delivered spaghettis and baked pasta in white sauce. Thank you for the Old Navy jeans and Lacoste polos. I dislike wearing polos. The collar pricks the nape of my neck. Howbeit I snip the tag, the itchiness remains. I love tees. The denims don’t fit me. I wear sizeM and you bought me S. I tried it on but….tight at the thighs 😛. I’m growing Dad, but will always hang onto you like a crybaby. Thank you for the Dominos pizzas, everytime my friends at home. You are so prompt interpreting my distress signal, particularly when my ‘always-hungry’ buds visit. Thank you for the Nintendo switch games -Zelda, Mario and Lego.Thank you for embarrassing me, dancing in presence of my friends – your friends. I and mama exchange that ‘what’s – wrong – with – Daddy?’ look. Keep twirling Dad.You rock. Thank you for the holidays together, no Thailand this time pleeease. Okay? Thank you for the movies we watch together. I know how much you love those recliner seats and the bucket of salted and caramel tossed popcorns. You eat more than you watch Dad. Thank you for playing ‘bandook meri laila’ ( zipped 🤫🤐 )
  • The list is endless. Guess, I shall continue next year. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
  • Love you
  • Bubs
  • Questionnaire

    Pop comes a question “Mama what is puberty?” BANG! The Hiroshima and Nagasaki atomic bomb fell just right at the center of my head and suddenly my mind started racing like Usain bolt. Apparently i have to answer this. They say raising a “not so adolescent ” child or “almost an adolescent” one is a herculean task. I cleared my throat and prepared myself to deliver a grand speech ON PUBERTY.

    Puberty is a process of growing up. A process of change. Change as in our appearance, physically, mentally blah blah. Boys have facial hair… before i could finish my opera song on puberty, pop again “Mama i have hair on my arms and legs, does that mean i have attained puberty?” The spider-man in his spider-verse says the power of climbing up tall walls was his puberty”. Usain Bolt’s gaining momentum weakened gradually. “Hmmm…could be” is all i replied.

    P.S.- A child’s perspective is not confined to bookish knowledge like adults. Trust me, it can take you to a whole new universe. So fastened your seat belt and enjoy the joyride.